Don't you just hate customer service? I mean the customer is almost always wrong, or lazy or they just lie to get you to do everything for them! If you work in customer service you know exactly what I mean.
The only reason I smile and do mostly everything the customer asks, is because A) I need money and B) I know I can smoke a joint or two on my lunch break. I honestly do not know how to cope otherwise! OK it's also due to the fact I like weed and this seems like a valid excuse to justify my actions. Not that I particularly care about what other people think of me. But you always kinda care a little bit, even though you really don't want to.
Life is good but I'm feeling as if I want a buddy though, the sexual kind. I'm craving some male attention at the moment. When life gets stressful, a good old bang always works wonders.
I'm not working today so I decide to look on the internet for any singles events taking place locally. I'm not the type to approach someone at a bar or the street. I'd much prefer to chat to someone in a secure environment. This doesn't mean he is any less likely to be a psycho, it just means he won't be able to murder me straight away. I finally come across something on Facebook of all places and it's a speed dating event. And to freak me out just a little bit, it's on tonight.
Never tried speed dating before so why not give it a whirl. I'll get to have multiple dates in one night so one of them is bound to be what I'm looking for right?
I think I look OK, I mean how does one dress for speed dating? I've settled for black leather trousers and a baby pink t shirt which I have decided to tie up at the bottom. I've accompanied this with some peep toe high heeled boots. I look sexy but not slutty. So, I don't look easy, but I don't look frigid either. Right, let's hail for a taxi...
I finally arrive at the event a tad fashionably late due to the annoying fact my taxi driver went entirely the wrong way and we had to loop back. It's fine, it's better to not look desperate. But then again, punctuality is a valued skill in a relationship. Can't change it now so I walk inside and take a look around. The exchanging of name badges is taking place so I didn't miss any of the fun. 'Ava?', 'Where is Ava?' Says the hostess. Awkwardly I put up my hand like I want to answer a question and say, 'that would be me'.
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Ava's Travel Diary
Short StoryThis is a story about a girl called Ava, who after not much consideration at all has decided to go on a journey of self-discovery. Self-discovery in her sexuality and herself as a person. Will she be a different person after this journey? Or will s...
